I Am Winter - Poem by Michael Sedique
Winter is here,
For which I come to be
Reborn from the shallow blanket of wicked, white layers of
There lay a spot that sits there like as if you were center stage.
On that very spot lay a willow.
A wise one they say,
The willow points its noble branch
To a pack of brigand wolves.
You stare at the pack of tactical brains but
Reigns the lands of snow.
You cover your eyes for three seconds to see if this is true
You open your eyes and the timber wolves are gone.
You run up to the hill at which they stood.
Your eyes widen at what you gaze at.
The guardian of warmth and the key of survival.
You walk up to the fire and sit by it.
Your just so idle at this very moment.
You gaze at the fire,
Just staring at it and you became hypnotized
You see that the fire is telling you a message.
The blazing fire drops a chunk of fire on the snow and what remains of that spot is a
You pick up the rock and frown and
With all power you throw it at the noble tree.
You sit back down and call out to the wild
'Why do you do this to me. I want this cold season to end so I can see life all over again. I lost a lot in life, and now I am the remainder. Please help me'.
You look back at the fire and see that it's telling you go pick up that rock near
You walk over to the tree and you seek for the rock and you find it.
You pick up the two pieces and observe it.
Luckily you remember a story about it
You are valuable in not out.
You look back to the fire, then the tree and finally
You see that winter ended.
Snow is melting, and
Life is returning.
You call out to the stretching sun
'Hello sun. Welcome back'
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